Abada Mythology Novels & Stories

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

“I hate them. That’s the only thing that matters.” “Thousand of years ago when the Kingdoms were still surviving day by day, fangs of the Wicked Demons came our way. Bringing death to the East, famine to the South. Bringing curses and generations of infertile Beasts to the North, until Hybrids began to sprout. The Demon named Abbadon appeared in my dream last night… and in my dream — he speaks of a child.” “What child?” Luntian suddenly became pale. Because before Ursula’s dying breath, her sister also spoke of a child.

But as they were there planning some of the wild animals realised there were human on the land, and they were the same people they knew from old world, the gods and goddesses, they were not part of the offense committed that time, they had been sent away by all human they once were defending, bothe animals and the gods stood and lost many life's fighting Morolake, the witch that wanted them all dead, but what did they got in return, they came against them and sent them all away from within them, and ruled the world by themselves, Agbara betrayed them all and he took the throne, now he and all other five human must pay for the old crime, they arrived just when the Bees were about to take off,

My bewilderment deepened, rendering me utterly perplexed. "Yes, a helping hand. Have you ever heard of the 'Teardrop of Goddess Natalí'?" she inquired. I shook my head, admitting my ignorance. My knowledge of Goddess Natalí was limited to her being the deity of life and fertility, worshipped by the people of Nayak alongside her consort, Nati, the God of war and death. Beyond that, my understanding was lacking, as we were not particularly religious in Ruqgu.

My grandfather’s face was unreadable, but his eyes burned with a mixture of fear and something else—resignation. I continued, voice barely above a whisper. “He told me that… that I’m his mate.” Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence. I had braced myself for denial, for him to refuse it, but instead he let out a deep breath, stroked a weary hand across his face. "He's right." I gasped. "What?" He finally looked at me, his face etched with something old, something that bore weights of generations. "Elara, Abbadon is the only one who can save you now."

And I stopped punching and leaned my forehead against my arm that was glued to the wall. Rence touched my shoulder. "We will find her. We will not let Zack get her. Everything will be alright. Sophie is strong and will not let Zack get her just like that," said Blaze. And because of that, I calmed down a bit and I went back to my seat earlier. They were all sitting down. Until now, the dear king is still there. "Father, how is onerex performed?" Drake asked. "By drinking the legendary goddess's blood and then forcing them to drink your blood; but, only people who are blood-related to that legendary goddess can do so, and they must be someone incredibly evil and powerful," the king explained.

It was a tapestry of legends, myths, and history waiting to be unraveled. She turned to Roberick with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Tell me, Roberick, what's the most fascinating legend you've come across in your research about Aradonna?" Roberick's face lit up with enthusiasm. "There are many, but one that has always intrigued me is the tale of the 'Gardens of Eternal Bloom.' It's said that in the heart of Aradonna, there exists a hidden garden where the flowers never wither, and the air is always filled with the sweetest fragrances. It's rumored to be a place of immense beauty and serenity, a symbol of the kingdom's resilience."

Tasha sneers and even Naomi gasps. "Tasha, you can't say things like that." Naomi says, turning towards her friend who rolls her eyes. "Fine, sorry, that was too far." Tasha curls her lip and glares at me again. "Just stay away from Abaddon. I'm pretty sure he's my mate, just so you know. I'm the one he comes to when he wants some relief or some fun, other girls have tried to take my place but they never do. You won't be able to either."

Tens and thousands of lives were bound to be sacrificed. Lemuel wanted to avoid the Dieux Academy being involved. He made his stance very clear to James. James persuaded, “What if I give you the Aboda Race’s primitive inscriptions? The Abodas are a race that disappeared from the Dark World long ago. Their primitive inscriptions are very profound and magical. The Supernatural Power that came in sixth on the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion ranking came from the Abodas’ primitive inscriptions. The Aboda Race’s Primogenitor was inspired and created the Supernatural Power from these primitive inscriptions.”

This defined that Hades wasn't someone you'd like to get into a high school fight with. REALM OF THE FATES/ MOIRAI ABADDON Abaddon, the home of sisters of fate. This two terms were brought from two far origins. Abaddon is a Hebrew term that refers to a place of destruction. Contradictorily, the sisters of fate are from the Greek myths and are tagged as sisters who write the fates of mortals. After the fates of mortals have been certified and decided, not even the gods can alter it. These beings ate immortal and all seeing. The sisters of fate are the rulers of Abaddon, and have their respective names based on Born By Power's myths. Their names were altered and pushed a bit away from the Gree